Novel & Cerita Trembled Definition

Sharp little intakes of breath that spoke of shock and pain and the body's involuntary response to stimuli it couldn't process or understand. Shuddered when I touched her, full-body tremors that ran through her like electricity, like her nervous system was shorting out under the weight of what was happening. Flinched like something inside her was burning slow, like wet wood that refuses to catch fire no matter how much fuel you add, no matter how hard you blow on the embers. But she never screamed.

Justin drawled out next and the whimper I hadn’t even realized I had been holding in my throat solely slipped out as a tremble wracked through my body. Fuck.

I swallowed hard as my body trembled. God no!

- I felt my skin crawl all at once at his gruff voice. Various things went through my mind, with the dread of being discovered. My body trembles because it knows I'm in trouble.

"You're trembling." "I'm cold." "It isn't cold." "It's cold." Her voice cracked. "It's not." The trembling spread from her hands into her arms. Then her shoulders. Soon, every muscle in her body quivered uncontrollably. She clenched her jaw. Stop. Please stop. The harder she fought it... The worse it became. Dean remained perfectly still. His instincts urged him to help. His wolf practically demanded it. She's frightened. "I can see that." Go to her.

His shoulders were shaking uncontrollably. “I’m not cold.” That person chuckled stupidly while trembling all over.

"Looks like there is not much he doesn't know about us," mused Sam. Zack was about to respond when it started - The shivering. He knew it was just a matter of time before it started. It always happens when he stressed out. 'Shit! Not now,' He did not want to show his weakness in front of anybody, but there was nothing he could do. His whole body started trembling. He tried to hug himself and concentrate on his breathing to calm down, but it did not work - the trembling only increased.

My heart is pounding and my hands are trembling. "Don't move." Damn it.

His breathing quickened, his chest heaving as if he were gasping for air. His arm trembled under my grip, his fingers clawing at my skin, trying to break free. His other hand flailed in the air, as if trying to fend off an invisible attacker. His whole body seemed to vibrate with fear, as if he were a leaf caught in a storm.

Her whole body trembled with each silent sob, as if the trauma had rooted itself deep into her bones. Harold’s stomach churned. A wave of nausea and guilt surged through him. “Calla,” he whispered, his voice trembling as he stepped forward, every movement careful. She flinched, drawing back instinctively like a wounded animal cornered in a cage. “Please… just let me go,” she croaked. Her voice was barely above a whisper, weak but laced with raw defiance. Her eyes—haunted, bloodshot—held no trust. Harold knelt beside her, his breath uneven. His hand hovered in the air, uncertain, trembling slightly before he dared to reach out. “Get up,” he said, gently—almost pleading. “I’m taking you out of